When it comes to love she remembers cousins first.
Kinship, coming not from above but at her level.
And she welcomed this.
Then Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents.
Sunshine, rocks to climb, a river.
Then teachers. (Blessed teachers!)
Next came friends and church on a hillside.
All of this a part of her personal collection.
The world’s offering to her.
And held within this place, she grew.
The absences not overtaking.
She grew through the void.
Because that is the way of little girls…
They will always grow.